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    Confusion welded her in place… All she knew was, looking up at Heketoro seemed right and fed some inner craving.
    With both hands, he pulled the black shirt over his head, then undid a row of ivory buttons at the fly of his pants. His erection stood out like a pillar. Without taking his eyes off her, he slung the boots and then his trousers into a pile with his shirt.
    She knew what he wanted, without words or gestures being used. The link between them was so potent she could taste him, feel her mouth settling over him and the slide of his cock going in and over her tongue. Her nipples ached, and her breasts grew heavy and swollen. But she couldn’t move, knowing she shouldn’t be doing this. He smiled a hard, unyielding smile. “Put your mouth on me.”
    Her lips parted. The words broke down a barrier inside her—the last piece of her resistance vanished, and she let out a tremulous breath.
    As she moved slowly forward on her knees, her breasts wobbled. She put her hands on the top of his thighs, reveling in the shift of hard muscle. Resting her cheek on his thigh, she turned her head to let her breath heat his erection, then smiled when Heketoro sucked in air sharply and his phallus twitched. She crept a hand closer, curving her palm under his balls. He sank one hand into the back of her hair, his fingers arching like claws across her scalp.
    A bead of moisture squeezed from the tip of his cock. In one motion, she shifted, took the base of his cock in her hand and angled it down so she could take it into her mouth. Her lips molded around him, and he sighed as she let the length of him slip deep into her mouth nearly to the back of her throat.
    With both his hands guiding the rhythm, she rocked her head, shallow for a while, then doing a few strokes that went deeper to the very back. She tasted the first hint of semen.
    “Enough,” he murmured, pulling her away. The roughness in his voice and hands thrilled her.
    She looked up at him along the expanse of his abdomen. The rightness of this posture, of kneeling, of taking him in her mouth pulled at her and sent lust coiling in her groin. He knelt and kissed her eyebrows and each eye, her nose and her mouth, as if this were some ritual. The scent of him mingled in their mouths—her tongue playing over his before his invaded her mouth.
    What with the insistent pressure of his lips and the primeval mingling of tongue on tongue, she could hardly remember to take in air, with most of it stolen from him. He placed his hands under her thighs and pulled her onto him, easily lifting her weight until she sat with her legs spread open across his thighs. She felt his cock push in and tease her lower lips. Heat flared, curling around, making her wriggle. Oh, if he’d move a little that way, the head of his cock would be in just the right spot.
    “Unh!” There. Yes . “Wait,” she choked out the word, her voice thick with the lust jumbling her thoughts. She’d remembered an essential.
    She leaned sideways to crab her hand across the floor, found the condom wrapper where she’d dropped it, then ripped it open. Though he frowned, looking as if he thought she’d done something odd, he allowed her to roll the sheath down over his cock. As the last quarter inch unrolled, he bent and swirled his tongue across her nipple.
    While still sucking, drawing her nipple up tightly between teeth and tongue as if it were a prize he’d captured, he lowered her onto her back.
    “Ahh.” She bowed her spine, pressing her breasts up at him. Changing sides with his mouth, he flicked at her other nipple with the tip of his tongue. When she put her hands up to wrench him closer, he swiftly collected her wrists in one hand and pinned them above her head.
    For a few seconds, she struggled to free them, but it was as if manacles of stone had descended on her. Nothing moved at all—his weight and strength were too great. Surrendering sent first a tendril and then a cascading wave of liquid